He sat, soaking in Christmas.  Lingering by my sister’s glistening Christmas tree, my son longingly lay at the foot of the tree, watching and expecting. The wrapped presents eagerly waited to be open, each shouting, “pick me.” The lights and ornaments danced and sparkled singing and speaking their own Christmas joy. The perfume of the …

As a child, I remember buying my dad a ball of string for Christmas. Yes, I gave him string. Who can’t make use of some string now and then? It is such a useful item.  It was inexpensive for a little girl and easily available. My heart was to give my dad something he would …

I know Christmas is approaching because I saw Santa the other day sporting a red jogging suit.  I passed him a few times lately in that red jogging suit with his long, white Santa beard and his warm Santa smile.  He even said “hello” to me as I circled the track he was walking around. …